Is there a doctor in the house?

One of the nice things about being married to a med student is that there's an almost-doctor in the house.

One of the bad things about being married to a med student is that he's almost never in the house.

Today in an act of utter clumsiness involving a ceramic soap dish, I managed to get a small but gnarly gash on my back.  There were little ceramic pieces around the broken soapdish which made me concerned that there might be some around the wound as well.  Since Mr. was at the hospital, I awkwardly called STM to come take a look.  She successfully identified a tiny ceramic crumb and went back home.

Okay, so not exactly like borrowing a cup of sugar, but it's good to know your neighbors... especially when those neighbors are fellow student spouses who are familiar with the hours involved in being a med student.  Thanks again, S!